This story is supposed to be the first installment in a new series and I hope you'll enjoy reading it. But be warned--I went off into fantasy-land so if wings are a total turn-off for you, you better skip this story.
Patrick and Angel: Introductions
Patrick rounded the corner fast, almost too fast. He barely kept his balance, inwardly thanking his guardian angel for his luck because falling would inevitably mean to be killed.
He heard the huge, nightmarish... thing panting as it chased after him. Patrick searched for a hiding spot or preferably a fire ladder or... or whatever, so he could put a safe distance between himself and the grotesque creature. All this simply because he'd decided to indulge in some junk food. Next time he was going to order his food in—if he lived long enough.
Patrick's lungs burned, his leg muscles began to spasm and panic set in. A hot gust of air tickled his neck, causing him to stumble. He plunged face forward to the ground, all air rushing out in one short pained gasp, then reflexively put his hands behind his head to protect his vulnerable neck.
The... whatever-it-was growled and pulled sharply at the bag of junk food. Patrick barely retained control over his bladder.
A chuckle drew his attention. He sensed someone hunkering down next to him before gentle fingers pried the bag from his hand.
“Don't worry, he's not malicious. He just wants your fries,” a soft, melodious voice informed him. The fries-loving beast growled, sending goose bumps up Patrick's spine. The voice added, “Right. He wants your fries and your ketchup. You see, the ketchup is majorly important.”
Patrick listened to the creature's paws clicking on the ground as it followed the voice. Whoever it was, tore open his bag of food and talked soothingly to the yipping beast. Carefully and slowly, Patrick turned on his side to take a look. His heart thumped painfully hard against his ribcage, almost busting it.
In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and wolf but the size of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded up wings on the beast's back.
Patrick's gaze was riveted to the hands that dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them. The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture, then dug into the food.
Patrick's breath caught when he really looked at the man kneeling next to the creature. His eyes widened as his gaze traveled from the most beautiful face he'd ever seen to the man's naked torso and further down where a white, feathery wing covered the man's crotch.
Wait. A man with wings?
Patrick closed and opened his eyes repeatedly until the man chuckled again.
“I'm real. He's real too.” The man pointed at the beast at his side.
“What... what is he?” Patrick stammered.
“King Kong. He's a hellhound but there's no reason for you to fear him. I adopted him as a pup because he was unsuitable as a hellhound. Like I said, there's not one ounce of maliciousness in him.”
“King Kong?” Patrick snorted.
The man's face lit up as he smiled. “A long time ago I watched a movie with a giant ape and the resemblance between them is striking, isn't it?”
Patrick tilted his head. He couldn't detect even the slightest hint of resemblance but he wasn't going to argue. Instead he focused on the man. He took in the sight of the golden ringlets framing the man's face. “And you are...?”
“You may call me master.”
Patrick burst out laughing. The other man's face fell, the confusion so obvious that Patrick took pity on him after he had control of himself again. He rephrased his question, “I meant what are you? Since your companion is a... a hellhound.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought that was obvious. I'm an angel.”
To emphasize his point, he spread his wings, the white brightness blinding Patrick momentarily.
“An angel. Of course. How silly of me to ask,” Patrick muttered. “Did I have a stroke or something? Or maybe I had an accident and I'm in a coma now?”
“No, I can assure you that you're perfectly healthy.”
Patrick got to his feet, brushed dirt from his pants and tentatively stepped away from the two... beings. “Well, I'll leave now. Thank you for rescuing me from your... pet.”
“Rescue, huh? I'd be willing to accept a reward for my help.”
Patrick froze. “Excuse me?”
The man rose to his feet, which allowed Patrick to estimate his height. They were both equally tall, though Patrick lacked the finely toned body. He stared, drinking in the sight of the other man. The skin appeared smooth and invited him to touch.
Patrick licked his lips before he forced himself to look at the other man's face again. A knowing smirk played on the beautiful face.
Unconsciously, Patrick walked toward the winged man. He stopped himself with great effort. The blond frowned at him and asked, “Why are you standing there? I demand of you to come to me. Immediately.”
Whatever spell Patrick had been under, evaporated exactly at this point. Annoyed, he turned around and moved away. “Thanks for your help again. The food is on me.”
“Hey! Hey! You... you mortal! Stop walking! I demand of you--”
Oh dear. Spoiled brat much, eh?
Patrick kept walking and ignored the screeched complaints. A moment later an eerie silence settled around him. Patrick was in a part of town he didn't know well and the chase had led to him losing all sense of direction.
The silence was interrupted by the whooshing sounds of wings. Patrick looked at the sky and stopped startled when the man, angel, whatever, swooped down in front of him, effectively blocking his way.
“Who do you think you are?”
“Patrick Fanelly, nice to meet you. I didn't get your name?”
Flabbergasted, the other man gazed at him. “I'm Angel. Just... Angel.”
“Well, hello Angel. Thanks again for helping me with... King Kong. Have a good night.”
Patrick moved, intent on passing the other man. An outstretched wing hindered him. “I'm still waiting for my reward.”
“Yes. Since I know you find me very attractive, let me make a suggestion. You may kneel in front of me and bring me pleasure.”
Patrick gaped. The prospect of sucking Angel off was very tempting but the attitude? No, thanks.
“I already thanked you, that's enough.”
“How dare you!” Angel hissed. He pulled back his wing and stomped a few feet away. Patrick looked as the other man flounced off. He shook his head, smiling at the angel's behavior and moved again
Seconds later he heard the unmistakable sound of wings sweeping through the night's air. Angel landed in front of him, again blocking his way. Not even the scowl on his face could diminish his beauty.
“You are supposed to come to me and not to walk away from me,” Angel stated, scandalized.
“Yes. When I stomp off everyone follows me to make up with me.”
“I'm not everyone.”
“But... you need to demonstrate respect for me.”
“Oh, do I?”
Angel smiled. “Yes, you do. I knew you'd understand. Kneel.”
“Let me spell it out for you: N. O. No.”
“You-you can't deny me!” Angel sputtered. Indignantly, he straightened up, his wings flapping wildly. “I demand--”
Patrick had enough of Angel's demands. He grasped the other man's elbow, turned him around and landed two sharp smacks on Angel's naked ass.
Angel screeched and pushed himself off the ground. He looked down at Patrick from a safe distance, both hands clutching his behind. The beast—King Kong—appeared at his master's side, cocking his head this way and that way, obviously concerned about Angel's well-being.
“You... you... you!” Angel screamed.
“You smacked my bottom! You were supposed to pleasure me!”
“I found it very pleasing to smack your lovely bottom,” Patrick said, grinning when he discovered the tip of the wings coloring in a soft pink. He pointed upward and asked, “You liked that, didn't you?”
Hurriedly, Angel tucked his wings behind his back. In horror Patrick watched Angel fall to the ground.
Angel yelped when he landed on his butt. Light blue eyes stared at Patrick accusingly. “Ouch.”
Patrick rushed toward the fallen angel. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Patrick helped Angel to his feet, and turned him around to brush off dirt and tiny pieces of gravel from Angel's backside. Angels gasped softly at the contact.
Patrick turned him back around, smiling when he became aware of the downcast eyes. Angel folded his wings neatly up on his back but Patrick still saw the feathers turn pick up to their roots.
“Take your hellhound and go home, Angel,” Patrick told him mildly.
Angel lifted his eyes. The desire Patrick found in those eyes caused his breath to hitch. He cupped Angel's face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss on Angel's full lips. It pained Patrick to let go but he managed. He needed time to think. This... this was just too bizarre.
He glanced over his shoulder as he walked away. Angel touched his lips with the fingers of one hand and waved with the other one. He called, “I'll find you and then you're going to do what I demand of you.”
Patrick laughed. That sounded like a challenge. One he might take on.